His complexion was an unhealthy looking pale, but still gave off an oppressive sense of danger, one that could not be faced directly.
Hannah's gaze slid downward slightly, seeing the thin blanket over the man's lap. For a moment, her expression became somewhat strange, "Mr. Simmons, you couldn't possibly be..."
The last few words, the girl almost whispered in the man's ear.
Arnold Simmons let out a light chuckle, draping his arm around the girl's waist and pulling her closer. His voice was dangerous, "What would you do if I really am crippled?"
The cold tips of his fingers caressed the girl's neck back and forth. The look in his eyes was as deep and impenetrable as a nocturnal abyss.
Hannah shook her head, expressing sympathy, "What else can be done? We can't just replace you with someone else, can we?"